Death is my art form–when I fight, I’m a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing–strong and frenetic with some really...

They say curiosity killed the cat but I am unconcerned. I am smarter, though slightly less evil, than any cat.

I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire […] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and...